A Trip to Fairfax

In the middle of the day on April 19^th I left on a trip to Fairfax.  I left late but knew that the place that I chose online was likely an place to stay.  I rode to Golden Gate Park through the Presidio and to the bridge, which, when windy, can be a terrible place to ride.  However, the highway connection to Sausalito was easier than I thought.

I rode through the bay trail to the end of the path and jigged over to the freeway path and at the top I took some photos.  I got one of the sign for the entrance too.  I looked at the directions I printed out all the way through Corte Madera.  In Ross near College of Marin I established that I had gone the right way.  At some point I found San Anselmo and spoke to a bike guy at the Roastery about Gary Fisher.

That night I stayed at a motel in Fairfax, had dinner at Taco Jane’s in San Anselmo and found a strange bar called the Duggout on Sir Francis Drake.  Later I went to Peri’s where I had to pay to see the band and Nave’s which was less interesting but did have more people close to my age.

The next day I went to the Fairfax Roastery on Bolinas and read the paper and then I checked out of my hotel.  I wanted to see the new tunnel between San Rafael and Larkspur but first I looked for Olema Road to check out the entrance of White Hill preserve.  Unfortuantely I think that the better entrance to the preserve may be to take crystal valley.

Later on the way through San Anselmo I followed some cyclists and to San Rafeal where I sat at Royal Grounds and looked at the Ferry Schedule in Larkspur.  I rode to Anderson.  I got a little lost.  When I got to the 101 undercrossing I initially thought the trail was along the rail bed but upon further inspection I found a bike path running up the side.  Underneath the freeway there are three columns that the path goes around.  There is much more room there than what I was prepared to find.

From here I followed a long curve to Cal Park Hill Pathway.  I stopped and took a few photos.  I noted that inside there was a lot of room.  I found that there was a lot of room for riding.  I also found myself wondering how they would get the trains through the second tunnel which has sat for a long time unused.  I was in a rush for the ferry then and missed an opportunity to take a second photo.  I got lost as well.

At the ferry terminal people were already waiting for the boat.  I got on and I started writing in my notebook.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.